Things I Want To Work On

[csecooney]

- Steampunk Miner's story

Why? Well, there was an invitation. But also, on train this morning...

Belgian: What are you reading?

Me: Steampunk'd. I have to write this story, and I'm trying to get a feel for the genre

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[cucumberseed]

Perhaps the title is "Kiss the Canary." I'll keep it in mind as a working title.

BRIAN! BLESSED! APPROVES!

Otherwise, your queue looks even scarier than mine, and mine has gotten kind of hairy from neglect and is sitting there in the corner, muttering to itself and catching moths for sustainance.

[csecooney]

BRIAN BLESSED EVEN! Bless my stars!

[cucumberseed]

Well, okay, the mental construction in my head that goes by the name of BRIAN! BLESSED!

[csecooney]

Well, naturally! And your mental construction has a badass icon to match!

[wirewalking]

Who's the invite from? You never tell me any writingnews anymore. I weep. *weeps*

[csecooney]

Forgive me! Holidays!

And since I haven't been writing, there hasn't BEEN any writing news.

And... I'll email you. 'Cause I haven't SIGNED anything, see?

[csecooney]

The nature of the anthology will insure the romance - or, at least, the love story.

Sromance? "It's sooo sromantic!"

Or is it steamantic?

I think it'll start out as good luck. You're right! And a breath-activated canary that ceases to sing when the air runs out is its own symbol. Especially if one of the women characters has made it herself out of scrap metal and genius.

But all words take on new shades when they're the only things you have to flirt with in the dark. Especially if you're trapped there and dying. Although, in that case, you'd not be speaking much, to preserve what oxygen one can, I imagine.

I NEED TO RESEARCH! RESEARCH! RESEARCH!!!

[csecooney]

IT'S SOME KIND OF STATE ALL RIGHT!

[dormouse_in_tea]

This is all right, because I want to READS all of them!

I also want to read the Bah-ha. But I want to wait for the booooooookses. MY LIFE IS TORMENT AND EXISTENTIAL ANGST.

And lots of overtime, with little time for reading AT ALL, so I can continue to dither.

[csecooney]

Dither away, my darling!

You'll enjoy it more if you're HOLDING IT IN YOUR PRETTY HANDS!

"Perpetual anticipation is good for the soul
But it's bad for the heart
It's very good for practicing morals
It's very good for morals, but bad for morale
It's very bad; it's learning to wait
Perpetual anticipation's a delicate art
Keeping control, while falling apart..."

- A Little Night Music, Sondheim

[ex_camillea]

Out of all the reams of fiction I've forgotten since reading it for school, Germinal is not. Forgotten, that is.

[csecooney]

I read the first chapter and a half on the train this morning. When I finished the first chapter, I had to put it down and stare out the window for a while. I tried to pick it up three times but my mind did not let me; it had to process the idea of bread. Bread being THAT important.

And then chapter two, and that skinny, coughing family, and their having to wake at 4 in the morning, living in a town that was just a number.

And yet it is not entirely humorless.

And yet it is very very cold. I can feel the wind blowing up from the book. From the horizons of the book.